Another birthday down the tubes. Time to go to the gym and work off last nights "congrats you live another year" dinner. Here's hoping 2006 isn't so fucked up. What age do you have to be when shit finally starts to make sense? Well enough contemplative emo bullshit from me, I'm Irish and Irish men toil, labor, and piss away time behind a pint till we die. Thanks for the well wishes. Cheers.
crashberry:
sorry i missed your birthday!!! here are some kisses to make up for it!! 